Those drives.

I don’t know whether I like driving more, or sitting in the back seat. Both are equally fulfilling. Driving, you’re in the commander’s seat, you’re making sure you get yourself and your passengers somewhere safely, you’re the one in charge. In control and completely aware of your surroundings in the night, yet your mind still wanders off into memories of the past, yet still trying to live in the moment that you have.
In the back though, there’s nothing better than the back seat. Separated by the seats of the people up front, so you have this slight area of privacy, yet still all together in the car heading to wherever it is you’re going. Falling asleep to the sound of the radio, the slight chill from the windows down up front. Not knowing what song that is that your driver is playing, but knowing that it along with the night is soothing you to sleep and that’s all that matters.
These road trips, they’re what I live for. We ARE young. We ARE invincible. Until we lose that mindset, we will be.
The days are good, and that’s the way they should be.